"I am thrash."
If I may, I would like to reply by using the paraphrase from a quote:
I welcome injurious words and the unutterable pain they strike into my heart, just as I welcome being flogged with steel tipped scourges and shipwrecked without sustenance and having mine testicles crushed in hot iron vises every time I go forth to blog to the world. What straineth my patience however, is when ignorant little Corinthian creeps wound my dearest Saviour by rejecting His One and Only Genuine True Teacher, me.That really getteth up my nose. But lo, it beeth not my job to wreak vengeance on such creeps. That belongeth to God. My job is beeth to love you unto death. Wherefore, Fed-Up, I urge thee to resist the temptation to write further letters like this. The way of forbearance is hard, I know. For surely thou art not as I am, who can kneel before a gorgeous, naked maiden of seventeen years, who danceth and proffereth me wine and drugs and let it nor distract me one jot from pure holy thoughts of my lord. Yet haply one day thou shalt be strong as I am, humble as I am. In the meantime, be of good cheer. I will call on you when next I am in Corinth, and bring you much comfort.
Not the Bible
by
The Rev. Oral McJorrity, D.D.
Ballantine Books
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